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Monday, May 12, 2014

A Place Called Home


Only four letters but they contain the world,
A place where one is their truest and most real.
The locus of life in its widest berth,
Where body, soul, and spirit
Shine in their brightest, most radiant hues.

Home is a simple place,
Where the sights, sounds, and smells
Pile upon one another over the years
Forging memories that remain strong
And motivate us in the outside world-
Whether for good or ill depends upon
What occurs in the ticking minutes and days
Of life in this captured space of intimate living...

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Tea Time



Monday I chatted with my friend

While we wrote poems

And sliced life into

Bits of cake with tea in old china cups;

Sparking memories that

Sweetened our friendship

With warm looks from

Gentle eyes

Steeped in loving thoughts

That grew fragrant

With the delicious ritual

Of conversation.



Nancy Gerst, © 2014